The Training of Berlin, Day Two

Day two opens with her strung up, bare feet off the floor, the kind of tension that makes every muscle quiver. Claire Adams works the hook deep in her ass and ratchets the nipple clamps tighter until her tits throb. The corset bites, the collar locks her chin high. She learns posture the hard way, each correction a sharp slap, each breath a fight. When they lower her, a vibrator gets taped between her legs and she’s told to come if she can while fists land on flesh. She does, loud and shaking, but it buys her no mercy. Later she’s marched to the slave quarters, told to spread and play with herself while they watch. The shame burns hotter than the welts. She’s shoved to her knees for tit-fucking practice, then her mouth is used until she’s ordered to jerk the load out across her own chest, first time on camera. Sweat, spit, and come drip together. They hand her a journal, tell her to write it down, and leave her in the dark for night one alone.